Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

Walking to the dining table, Yan Zhengting put the person in his arms on the chair and turned to go to the kitchen.

When he came out, both his hands were full of things.

A bowl of millet porridge with red dates, a salted duck egg, a plate of pickled radish, and a plate of freshly baked crispy pork.

"These are all the foods you like..."

After arranging all these things, Yan Zhengting sat down on the chair next to Qian Yiman, as if he was going to feed her.

Qian Yiman was quick to pick up the spoon and cook for herself.

Yan Zhengting was a step slow and unfortunately didn't get the job, so he had to take the lonely salted duck egg and start peeling the eggshell.

He peeled a plump white salted duck egg in just a few strokes. His skill in peeling the eggshell showed that he had practiced a lot.

Qian Yiman took it from him, took a bite of the greasy salted egg yolk, and her eyes narrowed with joy, looking very satisfied.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengting felt happier than if he had eaten something delicious. He raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, and said in a gentle voice, "Is it so delicious?"

Qian Yiman said "hmm", "It's delicious, I like this..."

After saying that, he took another bite.

There was very little salted egg yolk left, visibly so. Qian Yiman was sad that there was too little yolk and too much egg white.

She stared at the egg white in her hand, wondering whether to continue eating it. Before she made up her mind, her hand was empty.

"You eat the other ones, and let me eat this one." Yan Zhengting knew her preferences very well.

After saying that, he got up and went to the kitchen to serve himself a bowl of white porridge and a white steamed bun.

The difference in food is very obvious.

Qian Yiman looked at what was in her bowl, and then at how bland his meal was, and couldn't help but ask, "You, haven't eaten yet?"

"Well, I want to wait for you to eat together."

"Then why do you only eat porridge and steamed buns?"

Yan Zhengting took a bite of the salted duck egg white and replied nonchalantly, "Xiaomi hasn't had time to buy any yet, so there's only enough for you..."

Besides, the red date millet porridge was a bit too sweet for him, and he would only eat it if she cooked it.

Qian Yiman asked again: "What about the salted duck eggs?"

Yan Zhengting pointed to the salted duck egg white in the bowl and said to her with a smile, "I'm eating it right now, right?"

Qian Yiman was both happy and distressed by his coaxing, and she whispered softly, "You act like I'm bullying you..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm happy to be bullied by you."

Yan's love words come out as soon as they come, and there is no bottleneck period at all.

Qian Yiman's cheeks quickly turned red when she heard this. She was obviously very happy in her heart, but she still wanted to show off, "You are so funny."

"Comrade Qian Yiman, every word I said came from my heart, not a bit of falsehood..."

Facts have proved that as long as a man is willing to coax you, he can coax you into doing anything.

Facts have also proved that as long as you put some thought into it, an angry woman can be easily coaxed.

Sweet words were spoken left and right, and dog food was sprinkled from time to time. Fugui, who was strolling by the dining table, couldn't stand it anymore and left this dog food wholesale base silently.

I’m so full. I really can’t eat any more.

Just like that, with sugar in the air, the breakfast ended happily.

Yan Zhengting asked Qian Yiman to sit on the chair and wait, while he cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

When he came out again, his hands were still full of things.

Yan Zhengting first placed the rich peony enamel cup in his hand in front of Qian Yiman, then opened the lid in front of her, and a rich milky aroma wafted into her nose.

Um? ?

"Milk tea?" Qian Yiman looked up at the man, her face full of surprise.

Seeing her happy, Yan Zhengting felt that he was one step closer to the big bed in the bedroom, "Yes, I made it especially for you."

In special times, if we do good things, we must leave behind merit and fame.

Before Qian Yiman could finish her joy, Yan Zhengting opened the lid of the plate in front of her and saw a pure white ice rose inside, which was almost the same as the one he gave her in previous years.

Yan Zhengting bent down and hugged her from behind, "The first cup of milk tea and the first ice rose of winter, do you like it?"

A feather-soft kiss fell on Qian Yiman's forehead, and her heart trembled slightly, "I like it, I like it very much..."

"Can I go back to my room and sleep?"

Qian Yiman: "..."

I have to say that Yan Zhengting knows how to grasp the key points.

"Good boy Manman, don't be angry anymore..." Yan Zhengting was unyielding. After all, opportunities are rare and will never come again.

Qian Yiman took a sip of milk tea and said, "Okay...Okay."

In fact, she had regretted it a long time ago, and now that she had a way out, she should just get out of it quickly.

But, what is the situation now?

Qian Yiman felt her body suddenly float in the air, and subconsciously hugged the man's neck, exclaiming: "What are you doing?"

"Go back to your room and sleep."

"..." Qian Yiman was stunned at first, and when she realized his true intention, her ears turned red, "It's still early in the morning..."

"I can't wait till night."

"But I haven't finished my milk tea yet."

"Drink later."

“I haven’t seen enough flowers…”

"Let's see later..."

Then, with a loud "clang", the door of the master bedroom was tightly closed, separating the living room and bedroom into two worlds.

Soon, the creaking sound of the bed and the faint humming of singing could be heard from the bedroom...

The wind in December blew against the windows, making a crackling sound. The house was filled with spring, as if it had nothing to do with this cold winter...